Lying here, my feet elevated, I can almost feel his eyes on me. The way he stares at my toes, my arches, my heels—it’s like he’s worshipping them. My cute little feet, painted and perfect, are the center of his world. He’s a cuckold, a pathetic little bitch who gets off on my feet. I can see it in his eyes, the hunger, the need. He’d do anything to touch them, to kiss them, to lick them. But he knows better. He knows his place. He’s just a spectator, a voyeur to my beauty. My feet are my power, my control. And he’s just a slave to them. **What Does It Feel Like to Be Adored?** It’s a rush, a high. Knowing that my feet, my simple, cute feet, can make a grown man weak at the knees. It’s a thrill, a game. And I’m the queen of this game. He’s just a pawn, a willing participant in my world of pleasure and power. My feet, his obsession. It’s a beautiful thing, really. The way he looks at me, the way he worships me. It’s a cuckold’s delight, a wet dream come true. And I’m the one making it happen. My feet, his obsession. It’s a story of control, of power, of pleasure. And I’m the one in charge. Always.





